It's coming, coming nearer, the lovely land unseen

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1 It’s coming, coming nearer,
The lovely land unseen;
Its shore are growing clearer,
Though mists lie dark between;
We catch its beams of glory,
We hear its bursts of song,
We’re raptur’d with its story,
For it our spirits long.

2 The balmy winds are bringing
Its odors on their breath;
Our ship of life is swinging
To the port where is no death;
Where none are heavy hearted,
Where all are glad and free,
Where friends are never parted,
And their lov’d ones see. [Refrain]

3 It’s coming, coming nearer,
We’re homeward bound at last;
Its shores are growing clearer,
We soon shall anchor fast;
We’ll dwell with them for ever,
Who brought us o’er the tide,
And not a foe shall sever
Our souls from their dear side. [Refrain]